บททั้งหมดของ How to kill an immortal wolf : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The vampire didn’t even see death coming.Seraphine Vale stood in the shadowed archway of the abandoned cathedral, her breathing steady, her pulse calm too calm for someone about to end a life. Moonlight spilled through the shattered stained-glass windows, painting the floor in fractured colors. Red. Blue. Gold.The vampire lord laughed as he paced the altar, drunk on stolen blood and power. He was ancient, bloated with immortality, arrogant enough to believe no human could touch him.That arrogance was why he was already dead.Seraphine released the blade.It flew clean, precise no hesitation, no wasted motion. The silver-edged weapon pierced his heart just as he turned, surprise widening his crimson eyes. He staggered, choking, clawing at the air as his body began to burn from the inside out.“Impossible,” he rasped.Seraphine stepped forward as his body collapsed into ash.“Everything dies,” she said flatly. “Eventually.”The ashes scattered across the cathedral floor, carried away

The door sealed with a low, grinding sound that echoed through the stone corridor.Seraphine didn’t move.She stood where the guards left her, shoulders squared, senses sharp, cataloguing everything the narrow passage, the uneven walls etched with ancient claw marks, the faint glow of runes embedded in the stone.A containment room.Not a prison meant to hold humans.Meant to hold wolves.Interesting.She took a step forward. The air shifted immediately, pressure brushing against her skin like invisible fingers. The runes pulsed faintly, reacting to her presence.Seraphine frowned.“I really should be dead by now,” she murmured.She followed the corridor down until it opened into a circular chamber carved deep into the mountain. A single torch burned on the wall. No windows. No doors except the one she’d entered.And a low stone platform at the center.A holding room.Seraphine exhaled slowly and leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms. Panic would be useless. Escape would com

Lucien felt it before he heard it.A sharp, violent pull tore through his chest, like something inside him had been yanked too hard, too fast. Pain exploded beneath his ribs white-hot, unforgiving.He dropped to one knee.The clearing went dead silent.“Alpha!” someone shouted.Lucien braced one hand against the ground, breath coming in hard, uneven pulls. His vision blurred at the edges. He tasted iron.Blood.His blood.That had never happened.Not in three hundred years.The wolves around him froze, panic rippling through the pack like a shockwave. An Alpha did not weaken. Did not falter. Did not bleed where others could see.Selene was at his side instantly. “Lucien.”Her hand reached for his arm.The moment she touched him, the pain worsened.Lucien snarled a deep, feral sound that ripped from his chest without permission. His eyes flashed silver as he jerked away from her touch.“Don’t,” he growled.Selene recoiled, shock flickering across her face. “I was only trying to help”“

Stone slammed against stone.Seraphine hit the wall hard enough to knock the air from her lungs. Pain bloomed sharp and immediate, but she didn’t cry out. She never did. Pain was familiar. Pain was manageable.What she wasn’t prepared for was the hand around her wrist iron-strong, unyielding, inhuman.Lucien Blackthorn didn’t just stop her blade.He stopped her.Her dagger lay useless on the floor, knocked from her grip with humiliating ease. She twisted instinctively, aiming a knee for his ribs, but he shifted faster than thought, pinning her body to the stone wall with his forearm pressed against her throat.Not choking.Just… reminding her how easily he could.Golden eyes burned into hers, pupils blown wide, his wolf roaring so loudly she could feel it vibrating through him. His chest rose and fell like he’d just come out of a battle, not intercepted a killing strike.“You move like death,” he said quietly.Seraphine met his gaze without flinching, even as her pulse thundered. “You

Lucien did not sleep.He stood on the balcony outside his chambers, night wind cutting through his shirt, staring down at the inner courtyard of Nightfall as if it had personally betrayed him.Immortals didn’t bleed like that.They didn’t fail to heal.And yet his skin still tingled where her fingers had touched him warm, electric, branded.His wolf paced inside him, restless and furious, claws scraping against the inside of his ribs.Mine.The word echoed, unbidden and unwanted.Lucien curled his hands into fists.“She is a prisoner,” he muttered.His wolf snarled back.Necessary.He turned sharply, stalking back inside. The chamber doors slammed shut behind him, the sound cracking through the silence. His guards stiffened instinctively.“Bring no one near the lower cells,” he ordered coldly. “Not without my command.”One of them hesitated. “Alpha… the pack is unsettled. They feel”“They feel nothing,” Lucien snapped. “I feel.”That shut them up.He dismissed them with a sharp gestur